That accomplice closeness, which at any moment seems to move more and more towards your lips, shyness separates. How stupid you feel for having said that phrase that she made her greet you with that little smile that hurt you a lot. And so you preferred to fall in love with the masseuse-everything easier. You delude yourself that she loves you too, but she will never accept gifts from a customer.
Improvised tracing of Truffaut's "Tires sur le Pianiste" - assembled with almost the same logics
and filmed as a divertissement for a provincial Saturday.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5fY5n5k7HNk

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